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I want to flash Britney Spears

A few days ago I made a posting where I explained that I had one more experience to relate, that pretty much covered the extent of my being flashed experiences to date.

There have been others, but all pretty much variations on a theme, which you might find boring to read, and I would certainly find boring to write.

Hopefully fresh new experiences are hopefully to come from my associations with people here, but for now:

I have to be a little vague with regard to precise details on this one.
My husband, Brian, owns a number of different business interests.
A few years ago he was dabbling in health centres, gymnasiums, pools and the like.
Other people were in charge of the day to day running, but of course he visited them from time to time.

He came home one evening and explained that one of his clubs had an interesting layout.

The male and female changing rooms were separated by a fair sized hall, which also had cubicles with curtains suitable for changing.

His manager explained that the previous owner had turned this hall into a waiting/reception area with the accompanying loss of revenue.
This was because people were using the cubicles, and, well... not protecting their modesty as well as they might have.

Probably you lot.

Not being one to enjoy a loss of profit, Brian had separate doors fitted to the male and female changing rooms, and restored the previous status to the hall, as an overflow changing room, with a notice explaining that men and women may be changing in this area.
He also installed some coin operated equipment, rowing machines, cycling machines.

A couple of weeks he went back up to investigate, and it was all working well, making a lot more money and in general no problems with the mixed sex room, as mostly guys used it, and the occasional couple.

It was that day he came home to tell me about it.
You can put two and two together as well as I, and a couple more weeks on, we found ourselves driving towards a major city in the north of England.

We booked into a hotel in the city centre, near the club, and spent the evening at a show, had a meal and.... what? You don't care? Oh. OK.

Next afternoon we made our way to the club. Brian had a chat with the manager and explained that we would be trying out the facilities.

To the mixed changing room!
The manager followed, fawning appropriately.
I could tell he was surprised we opted for the mixe darea, but Brian said, "Since this was my idea Amy, we better use it."
And we had both anticipated the situation, and had our costumes (swimming costumes, we didn't go in fancy dress) under our clothes.

So we were able to strip off quite naturally, WITHOUT using a cubicle, and threw our clothes in a (furthest from the cubicles) locker.

Plan laid, we had our swim.

Swim swum, we went back to our plan.

At the changing room he decided to "go have a check round" the club.

I hopped on a cycling machine. And couldn't make it work.
Immediately becoming the innocent dizzy blonde who didn't know you had to put money in.

As we had been led to expect, the place was all guys, apart from me.
I had seen a couple of women poke their heads in, but on seeing the lay of the land, choosing to go elsewhere.

A Galahad came to my rescue, and dropped a pound coin in for me.
He, in his trunks, said that everybody expects it to be free, and wandered off to his cubicle.

I'm ungainly.
Useless to pretend otherwise.
I must have presented a comical site.

I soon hopped off, and made my first move.

Strolled over to his cubicle.
Stood outside. Moved the curtain just a fraction.
"Hello. I've finished on the bike. There's still some time left."

I want to flash Britney Spears

bebepot.. yes it was really exciting trying out for the Miami whatsits.
Although in reality, that should have gone in the fantasy section.
I took the trouble to look up names and terms, turn theminside out, and nobody mentions it!

Geez.

Ooohh... the "mixed" changing room one.
Uhh... that one was fun.
Bit scary, and I didn't have the power role.
Then again, sometimes I enjoy relinquishing the power role.

I'm just one big pan of confusion aren't I?

Of the posts I've made, the most exciting experiences were probably the underground ones.

Have I introduced you to my genitals?

amy-- were you awake when you wrote the little sports story?? kind of strange.(by the way , we noticed your mistakes-didnt care) maybe you had better stick to your true stories. (all this said in joking manner) bebe.[/b]

I want to flash Britney Spears

bebepot, it was a reference to the previous "writer" post.
Took a lot of trouble looking up names too.

Incidentally, no offence taken.
None ever is nor ever will be.
You guys here are so polite.

Luv2show. I think the fact it WAS so public made them more conservative.
Besides.. we are all English!

And, in all serious, if they were bold, it would have lost a lot of the appeal for me.
To me flashing (either way) has to have the spice of "naughty" (or of course the previously discussed "superior position")

I flash flesh.

amy's story reminded me of a time going back a few years when i used to take my sons swimming.
money was always tight even when i was married and every couple of weeks i used to make a couple of quid by going on what i called the swimming pool run.
i used to take my three sons and their friends to the pool and for their friends i used to get paid two pounds a head and it only cost me a pound so it was worth the trouble.
anyway to cut a long story short i would have about a dozen boys swimming.
they needed watching and the older ones were getting a bit too old to be taken into the womens changing room so i used the family room.
it was a special room for mums to take their children to get changed. it wasnt called a mums room but only mums would go in there.
it wasnt that big and it wasnt often that any other families were in there.
the boys used to go to one corner and i would go to the other and just chivvy them along a little when they were hanging around.
but then one time, after i had been going in there for a while i was getting changed into my swimsuit when i realised there was a man in there.
obviously i had changed myself using a towel so he probably wouldnt have seen much if anything but he was stood there stark naked.
"kids are hell arent they?" he said. and they were noisy so i had to agree really.
him speaking made me turn to him and i had a peek at his dick.
i think i was meant to since he was stood facing me drying his hair.
he stood leaning back a bit and the movement of drying his hair was making his dick swing.
i quickly hurried the boys along. i was thinking that well if a guy had taken his daughter swimming he would need to use the family room too.
but when i had left i suddenly thought that i was sure he was on his own.
that evening when my husband was home one of my sons said "we saw a man showing his willy today."
my husband told him not to make up stories, but he said, "no its true because mum was talking to him werent you mum"
well that led to some fireworks i can tell you.
my husband was a jealous man and he wanted to know all the whys and wherefores. why did i have to talk to him, did i look at his dick, was it big.
i'll never know why he was worried about it being big because my husband was hung like a stallion and whatever i had to complain about i had nothing to moan about there.
but i was under orders not to use the family room again after that
like it stopped me. hehe

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